A grandmother was selling eggs at the market when a local troublemaker approached and smashed her goods 😱😱—everyone was shocked when a sharply dressed young man stepped in.
For many years, the grandmother had sold her farm-fresh eggs at the local market. Every day she brought neatly collected white and brown eggs, laid by her beloved hens. Her voice rang out cheerfully and confidently:
— Fresh eggs, from my own hens! Come and see, you won’t regret it!
A young woman approached her stall, smiled, and bought a dozen.
— God bless you, grandma, — she said, holding the bag to her chest and walking away.
The grandmother barely had time to catch her breath when the local troublemaker appeared. Everyone knew him: bold, unemployed, and fond of causing scenes.
— Hey, old lady, sell me your eggs at my price, huh? — he sneered.
— I practically give them away already… — the grandmother replied softly, trying to avoid an argument.
— At my price! Or I’ll take them anyway! — the boy shouted.
Tears filled her eyes as she raised her hands.
— Son, don’t hurt me… My husband is sick at home. He has nothing to eat…
But he ignored her, clenching his fists and grabbing a bucket of eggs in rage. He threw it against the wall—yolks and whites spilled over the stones. The grandmother screamed:
— Lord, why is this happening! Take it, take it, just don’t hit me anymore! I’ve worked for hours…
The boy grinned and reached for another bucket to carry away.
At that moment, a man in a sharp suit approached the stall. He stood out at the market—cleanly dressed, confident, with an expensive watch on his wrist. He stopped to watch the scene, and what he did next shocked everyone.
— Put the bucket back, — he said calmly but firmly to the boy.
— Mind your own business! — the troublemaker snapped, but the man stepped closer.
The man pulled out his wallet, counted out several large bills, and placed them directly into the grandmother’s trembling hands.
— I’m buying all your eggs. Even the ones that broke. Consider today your best sales ever.
The crowd gasped. The grandmother could hardly believe her eyes and whispered:
— God sent you…
The troublemaker tried to flee the market, but the man stopped him.
— Wait. Do you like taking what’s not yours? — he asked.
The boy remained silent and looked away.
— Then I’ll make sure everyone knows what a “hero” you are.
He loudly called his bodyguard. In front of the crowd, the man explained how the boy had smashed the eggs and humiliated the grandmother. The large, muscular guard restrained him and led him away to whistles and disapproving shouts from the shoppers.
From that day on, the market was off-limits to the troublemaker. No one wanted anything to do with him.
